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Cindy Jones

The 3:00 a.m. Makeover

By Cindy Jones

Picture this. I've primped for hours, have met up with Sheri Gwen, and we are now at the Queen Mary, having a wonderful night, looking good, dancing till we are ready to drop. Then we dance even more, until our heels let us know it's time to stop if we don't want to walk out of there barefoot. In the course of the evening, we've been noticed; attention, compliments, and dance partners. Just what a girl needs to make her feel that her TG world is unfolding as it should (though I guess someone could have sent roses--hey, a girl can dream, right?). Everyone is feeling really great as we walk out the back entrance into the cool night air, and it's off to an after-hours club. TG ofcourse! You gotta love L.A.

And that's where it happened . . .

A lovely girl, Jessie, whom we had met up with ealier turned out to be a cosmetician, and she came with us to the after-hours club. Since cosmetics are my middle name (some girls think every night is a Vogue night), I immediately wanted to connect with her because I knew that even though I had come a long way and was looking good after some advice from GG's, there was room for improvement. Especially when it came to my least favorite; Eyeliner (eek!!) Which still has the power to reduce me to tears when my makeup is perfect UNTIL I try to put my eyeliner on. Bring out the Q-tips and make-up remover, start over on your eyes, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars! So there was no question about it, I needed to have an "eyeliner-to-eyeliner" talk with Jessie, especially since her's looked so good!

Jessie took out her makeup-case (and I mean case, you know the kind that resemble a fishing tackle box), which we now affectionately refer to as the "emergency repair kit," and whisked both Sheri Gwen and me into the bathroom at about three a.m. She locked the door and spent the better part of the next hour and a half redoing our makeup. I think there was a second bathroom. If not the girls who kept knocking must've crossed their legs awfully tight. It's kinda funny to think of ourselves sitting on the toilet, staring at the white tile, as Jessie worked away. After picking my colors (from the MAC counter) ever so carefully, I was told to take off my eyes and lips--"you are wearing the wrong colors"--those berry colors, purples, plums are out, you should be wearing warm colors that match your skin and hair--browns, spices, beiges." Never having been into brown let alone beige, I thought "yuck"! Yet when she was finished, I smiled as I could see my face glimmer in the mirror in a way that it had never done before--my eyes had depth and movement, and eyes, cheekbones and lips worked together for a great look! Then Jessie turned to Sheri Gwen (who at least has the excuse of being color-blind) and worked the same magic on her. Sheri, who is so naturally pretty, was looking fabulous just as the clock was about to strike 5:00 a.m.

But Jessie wasn't done yet!! On the way out, she just had to pull out her kit once more to redo some neon pink eyeshadow. I smiled as I heard her say: "This color just doesn't do anything for you. You look like a drag queen." We all laughed--NOW we were ready to start the evening, and it was just about time to go home, pull out the wipes and cold cream, and take all this lovely makeup off! Fortunately, the next week, Jessie got to us before rather than after.

I still haven't throw out my berry colors--imagine how tall the stack of TG throwaways might be if we piled them on the White House lawn (hey, maybe that's not such a bad political idea!) I cling to the idea that I might wear them again when Jessie is looking the other way. Mark this down as but another chapter in the continuing "GG look vs. DQ look" debate. The score here at least for two TS's, being GG look 2, DQ look 0.

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